Gridcosm

Artist matrix

Grid poem

no sorryand that was thatsparked that fireno sorrythus inspiring damn lame random text no more inspiration sorryin the golf cart where unspeakable bargains were craftednothing , boring ambiant .no wind no noise no thinkings.

Getting around

To navigate,
click the outer edges of the grid to
zoom-out
(up one level). Click the center of the grid to
zoom-in
(down one level).